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Apparently hanging out in The Clubhouse of Awesomeness can be kind of awkward without anything to do. But what could she say?
"..Needle?"
The silence between her and Needle was killing her. She needed to break the tension somehow.
"Yeah?" Needle responded back. Pencil thought for a moment.
"..What would you do with the island? Y'know, if you won it?"
Needle hummed. Had she really not thought about this before?
"I'd probably keep it mostly the same," Needle said. "Maybe add a gym or something." About what Pencil expected.
"S-sorry if that's a boring answer, I'm sort of thinking on the fly here." Pencil chuckled, scooting closer to Needle.
"When I get Dream Island, I'm building my own mansion. I can't stand even thinking about living in the same BUILDING with the rest of these losers." Needle smiled, leaning into Pencil's shoulder. She closed her eyes, taking in the calmness of the moment.
She wished this could happen every day.
....
The silence was killing her. Not like she could do anything about it. She looked around the room, like something would change. All she saw were the same walls she had glared at for the past couple hours.
Pencil sighed. She laid down on The Clubhouse of Awesomeness's floor. She stared at the ceiling. And slowly, slowly, her mind drifted to the past. Why did everything have to change? What happened?
..Was it all her fault?
She let herself down, hasn't she? She was supposed to be living in a mansion right now.
She was supposed to have somebody. But no one wanted her anymore. She closed her eyes, taking in the lonliness of the moment.
She wished it wouldn't happen every day.